The Mole: An Interegender Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Sarah had a problem. The rogue reporter who was trying to destroy her fetish wrestling emporium hadn’t gone away. He was back and had wormed his way deep into the Sexy-B. There were three suspects.

Any one of the three could be the culprit. If Sarah wanted to identify the mole, she would need to wrestle all three. Three bouts, all at the Sexy-B, all under Sexy-B rules. And that meant that Sarah’s body, her entire body, would be on the line each and every time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Sep 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005757328

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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The Mole An Intergender Wrestling Story © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Other Erotic Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Squeezed

Right Hand Ready

Slim

Sex Wrestler II

Zigzaging Zia

Tickle Fight

Oya

Lick My Toes

Vexatious Viv

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

For Real

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

The Mole An Intergender Wrestling Story

Wrestling Kyle was my reward to myself for having brought the Sexy-B’s accounting records up to date. As soon as he arrived at the gym I changed into skimpy swimwear and inspected myself in the mirror. The pink string bikini looked really sexy with my curly brown hair cascading over it. I adjusted my hips to verify that Kyle would get a good look, but not too good a look, at my feminine contours.

In the gym, Kyle was sitting on the mats going through his stretch routine. I positioned myself where we could both watch each other. Kyle was a big man, just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders. Strong bones, each one draped with powerful muscles. Today he was wearing tight but stretchy blue shorts. Short shorts. The outlines of his genitals sent a shiver down my spine.

After our stretches, we circled each other. We hadn’t negotiated the type of fight it was supposed to be or the stakes. Kyle didn’t like to be explicit. He usually wanted me to get him into a hold which he would then power out of. Sometimes he wanted sex, sometimes not. But he never demanded sex if his opponent wasn’t in the mood. Kyle was a gentleman. The type of fight would be negotiated through our preliminary trash talk.

I’m going to choke you out, I told him.

With those puny arms? Hah!

I tossed out a playful jab in the direction of his shoulder. These puny arms pack a punch.

I’d never hit a woman.

I’ve been working on some new moves, I said.

No matter what holds you try, I’ll just peel you off. Kyle wanted the usual: I would get him into a hold and he would escape. No punching. No set rounds. Whoever tired first would lose. Kyle’s light brown hair was cut short. It had at one time been parted in the middle and the spikes still had a cleft there. His face was mostly square, giving him a foreboding and brutish look. However his looks were deceiving; he was at heart a gentle giant. Even if his legs were built like tree trunks.

I’m going to squeeze the life out of you, I said, holding my shoulders wide and jutting my breasts forward.

I’m going to make your nipples wish that they had more life to give.

There would be some sex, at least fondling. But I wanted more. I’m going to get you in a scissors hold, I told him. Then I’m going to see what you have between your legs.

You’re a slut, Sarah.

Big words.

Slut is a single syllable.

Hah, I said, reaching for his crotch.

He easily blocked my hand. You’re a slut, Sarah. If you get me between your legs, you won’t be able to just look.

Since he didn’t grab my wrist, I grabbed his and twisted it behind his back. You’re right, Kyle. I’m going to jerk you off. Milk out all your white goo.

Tsk, tsk. Just your hands?

And I suppose you have a better idea?

He smiled, twisted the arm I had ahold of back in front of him, and grabbed my wrist. "I’m going to spread your legs and put what’s between my legs inside of you."

Big talk.

Big cock. He pulled me towards him and rubbed his crotch against my belly.

I pushed him away and lightly